: Sold!

"Phew, how many did we get in this haul? 'Round fifty, ye?" Kusana slowly opened his eyes and attempted to stretch. Except, there were two problems. One, he was bound by rope. Two, a bag or some kind of cloth was put over his head.

"Aye, Jonnathon, 'eyre starting to wake up. Auction's close to sta'ating, should we give 'em another dose?" Kusana finally registered the muffled voices and realised he sat on a hard metal floor. He tried to move around a bit, but noticed that the borders of the cage were very far from himself. Instead, there were more people around him.

"Nah, just wake 'em up. Fuckin' snobs like to see the fear in them, or some twisted shit." The Jonnathon guy replied to the second guy. Kusana heard loud footsteps and the quiet ruffling of cloth, before the bag was yanked off of his head.

Taking in his surroundings, the immediate thing Kusana noticed was that there was a middle age man standing in front of him, with shaggy brown hair and a rugged look on him. Kusana tried saying something, anything, but found there was tape over his mouth.

The man, who Kusana assumed to be the second guy, kept walking and taking bags off of various people's heads. These people looked like they were from various backgrounds, and were just as scared and confused as Kusana.

Kusana observed the room more, and noticed that the cage was placed inside a shoddy wooden room. A door was on the opposite side of the room to them, and one directly behind Kusana. The one right behind him had a huge lock on it.

Suddenly, a loud cheer resounded through the room. Kusana could hear a loud voice on the other side of the room announcing something, but he couldn't make out what it was saying.

"Hear that, aye? The buyers 're ready. Let's start with this 'ere fella." Kusana finally noticed an older man with grey hair and bulging muscles. He picked up the person closest to him, a young man on the verge of tears. He opened the door to the other end of the room and Kusana heard a booming voice come out of the door.

"Here, we have the first "voluntary service worker". A young man ready for any kind of work. And, he's eye candy for the ladies!" Kusana caught a glimpse of a man in a tuxedo with a wide and obviously fake smile on his face. The old man dragged the "voluntary service worker" onto the stage, when he burst into tears.

When the grown man started crying on stage, many people started laughing. Kusana thought it was some kind of nightmare, a cruel joke. Maybe a game show host would pop out of the door and announce it's been a whole prank.

But, none of these things happened. This was still a very real situation. Kusana was close to tears when he remembered the kidnapper's words. The "buyers" liked to hear them cry. Kusana could make an inference that they were being sold as slaves. But it didn't make sense; Slavery was abolished almost 400 years ago.

Kusana was not a person to back down. When he was about to start sniffling and crying like everyone else was, he decided to steel his nerves and glare straight forward. The most he could do was not give these monsters his tears.

Kusana waited and waited. After there were around 25 people left, he was picked up and dragged to the stage. His will wavered for a moment, but he quickly whipped himself back into shape. Once he was visible to the auctioneer. The auctioneer looked a slight bit deflated upon seeing him.

Two men came up from each side of the stage. They looked identical; bald, burly, and sunglasses on. One of them shoved Kusana down onto the stand into a kneeling position. Kusana still held an unwavering glare towards the people below him. They didn't seem pleased by his display of determination.

"Bobby, if you could." The auctioneer noticed the audience's dislike of Kusana. The one guard who was doing nothing pulled a thick gun out of the holster on his back. It was one of those old fashioned guns, Kusana noted. It looked like a 20th Century antique.

The guard named Bobby placed a gun onto the back of Kusana's head. He knew because of the cold metal being pressed up to the back of his messy black hair. Kusana noted that he didn't remember it being that long, but he had bigger problems to deal with.

"… Booooo!!!" The crowd in front of Kusana began booing the moment they saw that he still didn't break. Kusana was slowly getting mad, but couldn't do anything. Even if he could break through the rope, the men behind him would take notice immediately. Kusana didn't think they were against putting a bullet in his head.

"… Hey everyone, let's play a game! Place your bets on how long you think he will last!" Last what, Kusana thought. His questions quickly diminished when he saw a big black boot speeding towards him.

The man holding Kusana from behind let go of him as Kusana was laid out onto the floor from that kick. The guard rolled Kusana over with his foot and kicked him across the face. his ears were ringing, but he could still hear the crowd cheering. Placing bets on how long it would take for him to crack.

All of the torment only steeled his will. He would probably face more torture as a slave to these cruel people, so he decided to bite the bullet now, quite literally. The auctioneer, upon seeing that Kusana still didn't crack, ripped the gun out of the guard's hand and placed it on Kusana's forehead.

"Stop. I'll buy him for 100,000 Jenny." A lone voice broke through Kusana's ears. He mulled over what he was thinking the past few minutes. Kusana didn't know why, but he was ready to take the bullet at that moment.

The auctioneer frowned slowly, before taking the gun off of Kusana's head. He gave the gun back to the guard before returning to his cheery attitude. "Sold to the lady in the back! I hope you have a great time trying to break him in— well, whatever you do."

Kusana was severely disoriented.. Multiple bruises were forming across his face and he was wholly confused. One minute, he was taking a nap(or at least that's what he thought) and the next minute he's being sold at an auction. He had also never heard of the "Jenny" currency that the woman who bought him was talking about. He thought all countries used the Universal Currency.

Kusana was dragged over to another room and decided to take a nap. He was both mentally and physically exhausted by the encounter,

When Kusana finally awoke, he noticed he was in a lone cage inside another wooden room. There were two people in front of his cage. The first one was the auctioneer, and the second, a woman that looked in her early thirties. She had long, blonde hair that covered her eyes and a mask that looked like a demon covering the lower half of her face. She had skin that was on the darker end, but noticed it had a large tint of red to it.

Kusana noticed more empty cages around him and finally decided to accept his fate. Whether he had to do sex work, manual labor, or even an office job, he didn't care anymore. But then, he finally started getting out of his groggy state and could interpret what the two were saying.

"-Yes, I would like one on him. Just hurry up, I have things to do." The auctioneer seemed to be very annoyed by the woman and her rudeness but complied. He snapped twice and a man came over to them with a giant iron rod and a cylinder attached to the end.

"Alright."

The next thing Kusana felt was searing pain on his chest.